Dillagi دللگی

7

Hareem was cursing him under her breath when there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." She muttered without glancing on the door.

"Thank you." Zaryab muttered as he sat in front of her. A smirk spread on his lips as he looked at her.

"Aap ne hi kaha tha na dur rahne ko. Main wahi kar rahi hoon. Behtar hoga ke aap yaha se chale gaye isse pehle ke main aapka qatal kar ku." Hareem glared at him.

"Qatal karne se pehle meri ek baat sun le." Zaryab chuckled and she composed herself.

Zaryab leaned closer and coiled his hands together.

"Main maafi chahta hoon. I owed you an apology and no flowers can replace that apology. Iss liye main yaha khud aap se maazrat karne aaya hoon. Maine aapka dil dukhaya hai aur iss ke liye main bohot sharminda hoon. Aap please mujhe maaf kar de. Mere andar itna guroor nahi hai ke mai maafi maange se chota ho jaaunga." Zaryab looked into her eyes and said those words in a soft yet gentle tone.

Hareem was speechless. Her heart was thumping loudly. All her words died down her throats and she gulped.

Inke demagh mai chot tou nahi lag gayi, she thought.

"Nahi. Mera demagh bilkul durust hai." Zaryab chuckled and her face turned red in embarrassment.

"Main aapko maaf karti hoon, Zaryab." She turned her gaze away as her cheeks reddened.

"Shukriya. Let's start afresh, Ms. Hareem Shah." Zaryab moved his hands towards for a hand shake but she smiled putting her hands over her chest.

"Sure, Mr. Zaryab Ali Khan."

"Lunch karne chale? A start to our partnership?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sure thing."

An hour later, they were sitting in the most beautiful spot for lunch.

"Kya khaayengi aap?"

"Kuch bhi order kar de."

" Chineese? I love Chinese."

"Desi chineese or authentic chinese?"

"Desi ofcourse," he said in a duh tone and order a garlic burnt fried rice, fried shrimp's manchurian, chilli chicken.

"Tou kya main jaan sakti hoon ke aap main achanak itna badlav kaise aa gaya? Yakeenan usme aapki biwi ka haath hoga." Hareem looked at him with questioning gaze. And he coughed loudly.

"Biwi? Bibi, meri shaadi nahi hui hai abhi."

"Accha. Mujhe laga wo aapki biwi hai jis tarah aapko daant rahi thi aur aap dono ek saath acche lagte hai." The last word was difficult for her to speak.

"Uska naam layla hai. Wo mere bachpan ko dost hai aur wo mujhe bohot azeez hai. Bas aur kuch nahi. Shaadi wagera jaisa koi scene nahi hai. Ham dono bohot mukhtalif hai aur shaadi ka tou sawaal hi paida nahi hota. Aap fikr nahi kare main available hoon." He said the last sentence with a smirk.

"Main kyu fikr karungi? Meri balaa se aap available ho ya na ho-" Hareem stuttered as her heart was pounding loudly.

"Waise kis tarah ki ladki chahiye aapko?" She asked changing the topic.

"Bilkul aapki tarah. Koi pehchaan mai hogi tou mujhe zaroor bataiyega." Hareem face reddened with his words and he conceal his smile by drinking a glass of water.

"Meri jaisi ladki shaadi wale din hi aapko suli par chadha degi."

"Accha haina. Itni khoobsurat ladki ke haathon suli chadhna bhi bohot badi baat hai." Zaryab uttered and she felt the urge to hide herself under the table.